Here’s another flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig. You can find that here. This one was simple, it starts with a knock at the door. (So much possibility!) The story below is actually a continuation from a previous story. This one. It should still stand on it’s own though, so don’t feel you need to read the earlier one just to get this. Continue reading “A Mistake Made Twice”
Tag: short stories
The Blood Lottery
Yes, it’s been awhile. That’s okay. So, today I’ve got something from another one of Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenges. This time, he chose ten titles from the previous one and made us choose one to write the story to. The challenge can be found here. Clearly, I chose The Blood Lottery. It’s a bit of a return to form for me as I’ve been rather uncreative as of late. Hopefully, it passes muster. Continue reading “The Blood Lottery”
Everything Has a Price
Brian Hartford looked up at the building. It was definitely the right one. It was eerily quiet, like there was a bubble around the building that even sound couldn’t enter. He looked up. There were plenty of birds, crows probably, sitting on telephone poles, but none within fifty feet of the place. One took off and flew to the other side of the building, flying out of its way to stay at least fifty feet away from the it. How had he never noticed this before? He had been around the building plenty of times, it wasn’t exactly remote. How had he missed that not a single animal would go near the place? He had known that no people would go into it, but this freaked him out so much he almost turned and left. Almost. Continue reading “Everything Has a Price”
The Wonder Man
Have you heard of the Wonder Man? They say he can do anything. They say he’ll grant you anything you desire, if you get the chance. They say he’s wonderful. They say he’s terrifying. Continue reading “The Wonder Man”
Have You Forgotten?
You know that feeling when you walk through a door and forget why you came in? I’ve had that. Continue reading “Have You Forgotten?”
Human nature is cruel. That was what was going through Rin’s head as she stared though her window at the man laying in the street. No one came to help. No one ever came to help. They were used to seeing bodies in the streets. Rin wouldn’t help either, wouldn’t even come out of her house. She was cruel as well. Such is life. He was going to die there, and not a single person would lift a finger to stop that.
The next day, the body was collected and given a proper burial. Like that would make everything all right. The next night someone else died, with people watching fearfully though their windows, never bothering to help. After all, why would they risk themselves to help someone who was practically dead anyway? So they watch, never bothering to really care. After all, that other person was out after dark, didn’t they deserve what they got?
Continue reading “The Forgotten”
All for a Strawberry
Betrayal tastes like strawberries. That’s it. There is no better description. Of all the things in the world, betrayal definitely tastes like strawberries. Continue reading “All for a Strawberry”
Here’s an entry for Chuck Wendig’s flash fiction challenge. (Yes, I know, I haven’t posted since the last challenge. Shut up.)
This weeks challenge was to generate a random cocktail and use the name as our title. Mine was Iguana #2, obviously. I dutifully drank this while writing.
You can find the challenge here. And the drink here.
And without further ado, here is Iguana #2.
Charles ducked around the corner to hide in a darkened alleyway. The dark wouldn’t protect him much, but it did, at least, make him feel a little better. He relaxed his muscles and willed his body to be a little colder. They would be to his alley in a few seconds and if he was extremely lucky, they would pass him by. Continue reading “Iguana #2”
This is an entry for Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenge here.
He’s a wonderful person, and always has been. I love him with all my heart. Cliche? Absolutely, but sometimes they honestly do describe something perfectly. Continue reading “My Memory”
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Asked the man in the white lab coat and safety goggles.
“Yes,” answered the man in the hospital bed with wires attached to every part of his body and running to a dozen incomprehensible machines. “This is truly a momentous occasion for mankind,” he said as a woman in scrubs slipped a small black mask over his eyes.
“It is,” said the man in the lab coat as he strapped a clear mask over the other’s mouth and nose. He smiled a bit, as if this was all routine, despite it being anything but. “Now, if you could please count backward from ten. It should begin when you wake up.” The man in the lab coat pressed a button, releasing a potent cocktail of drugs into mask. The man in the bed began counting backward and was unconscious before he reached six.
Continue reading “The All”